Tony kept his mouth shut on the next bitter thought that nearly made it past his throat. He had noticed what was shifting within Steve in regards to this supposed paramour. Tony paid attention. Maybe a little too much where it regarded Captain America--not something he was proud of.

Even if he tried to say it aloud, it would have been a losing effort. He didn't have the words to express the sheer levels of contempt (was it contempt?) it spawned. Whatever he felt, it was a mishmash of the ugliest thoughts and urges he'd ever had to be privy to. It was always followed by a keen shame chaser. He didn't have the gumption to even acknowledge it aloud. There was no way to voice them without sounding petulant or worse--jealous. Maybe a protracted scream would do.

"I'll try."